This is a song about "Tha truth"

Cause i'm tha leader and the speaker.

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

An if you got beef i hold tha heat like insulation,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Zero options to choose

You messin wit da truth,

Lemme tell you the truth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed